The Finish Line Kiss - Lando Norris

✦˚₊‧⁺˖ chapter 22 ˖⁺‧₊˚✦

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The second night at Wembley had been nothing short of magic. The energy of the crowd seemed even more electric, their voices louder as they sang along to every word. Zoe had felt completely in sync with her audience, feeding off their energy and pouring her heart into each song.

She had invited a few fans backstage after the show, something she rarely did but felt compelled to that night. Seeing their faces light up when they met her reminded Zoe why she did all of this. It wasn't just about the music; it was about the connection.

Back at the hotel, Zoe had collapsed into bed, exhausted but fulfilled. The second show had been incredible, but now, as she sat in her dressing room hours before the final night, she couldn't help but feel the weight of it all. This was it. The last night.

Her guitar rested in its case by her side, and she gently ran her fingers over the polished wood. "It all ends tonight," she murmured to herself, the reality sinking in.

Shira popped her head into the room, grinning. "Ready to make history?"

Zoe laughed softly, brushing her hair out of her face. "I'm ready to cry on stage, apparently."

Shira walked in and plopped onto the couch. "It's okay to be emotional. It's Wembley. You're closing out your tour in your hometown. This is huge."

Zoe nodded, taking a deep breath. "It's just... I'm going to miss this, you know? The chaos, the adrenaline, the connection. It feels like the end of something really special."

"It's not the end," Shira said, nudging her arm. "It's just the start of the next chapter. And tonight? Tonight's going to be unforgettable."

Zoe smiled at her best friend, grateful for her constant support. "Let's make it count," she said, her voice steady despite the butterflies in her stomach.

As she stood up to get ready, she felt the mix of nerves and excitement bubbling inside her. The last night of her tour. One more chance to leave her heart on that stage. She was ready to give it everything she had.

"Let's do this," Zoe whispered to herself, standing tall as she smoothed out her outfit. With a deep breath, she pushed open the door to her dressing room and stepped into the buzzing backstage hallway.

Mia, her manager, caught her eye and walked up with a small, knowing smile. "By the way," Mia said, glancing down at her phone, "the F1 guys are here. They're in the VIP section, waiting."

Zoe's heart skipped a beat. It wasn't just the thought of having her friends in the crowd; it was the possibility of seeing Lando. She hadn't heard from him since everything went downhill, and part of her wasn't sure if she could face him tonight.

She forced a smile. "Thanks, Mia," she said, trying to push the thought aside. She had a job to do, and tonight was not about personal drama—it was about the music, the fans, and saying goodbye to this incredible journey.

Mia gave her a reassuring nod. "You've got this, Zoe. Go out there and show them why you're a superstar."

Zoe grinned, the words giving her a little extra boost of confidence. She shook out her hands, took a deep breath, and made her way to the stage entrance. The faint hum of the crowd grew louder with every step, their anticipation vibrating through the walls.

As she reached the curtain, she stopped for a moment, taking it all in—the voices, the energy, the love. No matter what had happened or what was coming, this was her moment.